At the summit of the mountain, robust guards in dark-coloured brocade suits circled around, poring over a map and gazing into the distance.
Not far off, a man, attired in jade belt and blue robe, adorned with a gold crown and jingling jade ornaments, was standing under a pine tree in his white fox fur. Backed by a snow-covered mountain, his handsome, jade-like face appeared more striking. His naturally beautiful face was slightly scholarly, but with an edge of anxiety, added a tinge of charm.
"Master."
The guard knelt on the ground, a layer of shame on his face: "The heavy snow has buried the mountain path, we are incompetent, we cannot find the way out!"
"Huh!"
The man chuckled softly but sharply; his voice reminded one of cracked ice on a winter lake, permeated with bone-chilling coldness, incredibly cold!
"If you are incompetent, why should this prince keep you!"
